30, Flirty, and Thriving...

You know how in 13 Going on 30 13-year-old Jenna just thinks her whole life will fall into place when she's 30? Well, my 13 week self thought the same thing about being 30 weeks. And guess what?

yoga leggings and husband t-shirts=erin's pregnancy style

I WAS RIGHT!

30 weeks is the absolute best.

I feel the best I have since I got pregnant. Really quick let's get the bad things out of the way (because it is pregnancy we are talking about here so there's gotta be at least a couple negatives).

• I'm allergic to being pregnant. For reals. My hands broke out in this awesome itchy red bumpy rash that is super attractive and super not annoying... I thought it was a reaction to a lotion or something, but it didn't go away. Asked my dr. about it on the way out of my appointment last week and he's like, "Oh yeah, that happens all the time. You're just hypersensitive to pregnancy. We don't worry about it unless it breaks out all over your body. Take some Benadryl." So, you know, what I've been saying for the last 7 months is true: MY BODY DOESN'T DO THIS! Also, funny side note, Bryson and I were playing Would You Rather a few weeks ago and I was asked if I would rather have an itch that never goes away or a sneeze that won't ever come? I said the itch. Wish granted! And I actually am very proud of myself for severely limiting my scratching. 
• Shaving my legs is pretty much out of the question these days. Baby does not like to be squished. So maybe minus the "flirty" part of the title of this post.
• My ribs don't seem to know how to do this. My stomach is stretching just fine, my hips don't bother me at all, legs feel great, back is fine. But my ribs? Sheesh. They hurt something fierce.

Yay! That's it! And I can totally handle the not shaving part. So really, only 2 bad things. Now, for the good stuff.

• Only 10 more weeks! 10! That is oh so doable. 
• I'm like this crazy happy person? All those happy hormones finally hit me and I just love them so much.
• It feels close. When you have 30 weeks to go and you're in the middle of puking your guts out, you feel like you will be pregnant for longer than forever. But now... she's 3 pounds and we're like on the last little stretch here. We can do this little baby! That's a super cool feeling.
• Speaking of throwing up, it's been 10 weeks since I have. Victory dances all around.
• I can still pick things up off the floor. I still have one pair of jeans that I can button. I survived my glucose test. It's the little things.
• IT IS FALL! Bryson started school today so it's official. Fall means not 100 degree weather. And also pumpkin things and boots.

So, see what I mean? Happy freaking Monday!

because it's late and the hubs is gone

I made the mistake of watching birth story videos (you know, with happy music and everyone holding the baby for the first time...NOT the ones you watch in your child development class). Anyway, now I'm crying and holy freak I want my baby here RIGHT NOW! But I want her in her six plus poundness, not her current two and a half. Guess she can cook a little longer. But dang, hurry up, November.

I registered (oh the stress!) And if you register at Target you get a little gift bag (the main reason why I registered, actually). And it came with a little bitty baby bottle and little bitty baby diapers and I keep pulling them out and looking at them, they are so wonderful and tiny.

This text happened tonight and it made me so giddy with happiness. "What is my life????" I mean, can you get any more twitterpated than that?

oh how i love that Ashley Benja

Bryson is gone. It's terrible, really. Here's his schedule: 6-wake up, film until lunch; lunch- then drive for five hours to their next destination, film, have dinner, party with the sales guys until midnight, then go to bed. What is this madness? I can't even sit still for five minutes anymore. I would die on that driving-5-plus-hours-every-day trip. But he's a trooper and I can't wait for him to come home! Until then, I will spend my days browsing Sephora and reading, which brings me to...

I have a new obsession with Little House on the Prairie books. I've read the first two in the last 3 days. My mom read them all to me when I was a little girl but I hardly remember anything. Basically I am so glad I wasn't born back then. Or pregnant back then. But I'm loving them. And what has happened to today's youth?! I mean, Laura used a corn cob as a doll for crying out loud.

Found this picture of my mom today. This was when she was my age. Isn't it just fantastic?

I also found a birthday card I had written to her when I was still quite small that said "Sorry I complain so much." Guess it started at a young age...

But oh, life is grand. I'm liking my third trimester? What? Isn't this one supposed to be the worst? But I'm huge and happy about it, which I never thought I would be. But me being huge means she is coming soooon! And I just can't wait. Also, I'm an organization freak now (which is why I am going through all these mementos, my mother is putting my nesting to work!) My hair is the thickest it's ever been in my entire life please don't fall out, please don't fall out, please don't fall out. I can also still touch my toes, which is like wonder of wonder miracle of miracles.

So, all in all, we're happy over here.